HELLO, ANNA
'Yes,' she'll say, thirty years down the road, 'but I don't remember.'
The world of glass has changed.
'Yes, she'll say, sitting in an automatic rocking chair.
And the man who was never remembered will be forgotten.
'Yes, she'll say, nylon hair in candlelight.
The world is now a better place.
She turned inside out the day.
And all into the night.